An Qing is chopping vegetables.
Leaning forward, her buttocks are very curved and have charming curves.
Yan Qi rushed in, hugged An Qing from behind and rubbed her waist.
"Brother Qi, what are you doing?"
An Qing was hugged by Yan Qi. She was panicking. She struggled and twisted slightly, and looked back at Yan Qi. Her features were full of mature charm: "Be careful, my dad saw it."
Yan Qi hugged her tighter: "It doesn't matter if your dad sees it, he is just an old gangster, and his behavior is even more ridiculous than mine. You are my wife, and I will hold you and kiss you, who can control you?"
An Qing was hugged tightly by Yan Qi, and a heat surged in her bones. The long-lost manly aura aroused the fire that had been hidden in her bones for a long time.
For more than a month, Yan Qi went out without touching her body.
Lonely late at night, especially uncomfortable.
If a woman eats the marrow and knows the taste, if she is not satisfied, she will be lonely and unable to sleep.
An Qing twisted her body, her eyes still worried: "My dad is very lonely and wants to chat with you. If you stay here for a long time, my dad will definitely come to find you. Brother Qi, you should go out first, and we will have fun in the evening."
Yan Qi kissed An Qing's fair neck again and again: "Don't worry, I'll give your father a bottle of tiger bone wine. If your father treats it like a treasure and drinks it endlessly, why would he come to the kitchen?"
An Qing's eyes widened, and she patted Yan Qi's head a few times: "It turns out that Brother Qi was already prepared."
Yan Qi chuckled: "That's necessary. If you want to commit a crime against the odds, how can you do it without preparation?"
As he said this, he moved his hips forward and pressed against An Qing's butt.
An Qing felt very comfortable and glanced at the door seductively: "So do you. Why don't you give me some tiger bone wine for my father to drink? Why don't you drink something else? This wine is too torturous."
Yan Qidao: "The old man has to drink this wine, otherwise, how can he do good things? After drinking this wine, your father will be full of energy, and he will have confidence when facing those flowers and plants."
An Qing said leisurely: "Tonight, the third aunt is going to suffer."
Yan Qi pouted: "How did you know that San Yiniang was going to suffer? Maybe this is what San Yiniang likes. She is already very hungry and thirsty."
An Qing looked sideways, rubbed Yan Qi's cheek gently: "Has Brother Qi drank tiger bone wine?"
Yan Qi raised his hips and bumped into An Qing's back hard: "Do I need to drink tiger bone wine?"
The impact was so powerful.
An Qing immediately felt the strong pressure on her buttocks. Her body went numb and she couldn't support her legs. She hurriedly held on to the cabinet: "It was normal just now. Why is Brother Qi like this? Brother Qi, please let go of me." , you will recover after a while.”
Yan Qi blew into An Qing's ear: "I'm not going out. This is my normal state. I'm here to repair you. Tell you, I want to sharpen my gun with you."
An Qing was so flustered that her bones went numb and her cheeks turned red: "No, no, we can't sharpen the gun now. We'll sharpen it again at night."
Yan Qi said: "Grind now, grind at night too."
An Qing was anxious: "It's not convenient for me right now."
"Why is it inconvenient?"
"I...my aunt is here."
"Who are you kidding? You're not wearing anything underneath, how could you possibly come here?"
"How does Brother Qi know that I'm not wearing anything underneath?"
"I have fiery eyes."
As he spoke, Yan Qi took action and lifted An Qing's nightgown.
"Seventh brother, don't!"
An Qing grabbed Yan Qi's hand to prevent him from touching it.
Yan Qi straightened her back and moved forward.
An Qing was penetrated.
Now, it was too late for her to refuse, and she would not refuse.
"Brother Qi, hurry up and close the door. You are so impudent."
Yan Qi didn't close the door: "Qing'er just cooks, I just sharpen the gun, we each do our own thing, we won't be delayed."
"Brother Qi, you are really..."
An Qing was holding a shovel, how could she be in the mood to cook?
a while!
The bottom of the pot is mushy.
Outside, An Sihai yelled: "Qing'er, how did you cook the food? It's burnt, why is it burnt? Is it on fire? I'll go take a look."
"Oh, it's not on fire, Dad, I was distracted just now."
An Qing bit her pink lips and hurriedly agreed. Her mind was full of fantasy and longing, sharpening her gun rapidly, sending her up into the clouds, holding on to the chopping board, feeling flustered. .
Yan Qi put down her skirt and tied up her trousers: "Finish it and call it a day."
An Qing held on to the cupboard and shook her head charmingly: "Is this...finished?"
Yan Qi smiled: "Not enough?"
An Qing's cheeks turned red and she whispered, "I hate it so much, teasing others."
Yan Qi pinched An Qing's little face and said, "Don't worry, we can spend the whole night."
An Qing straightened her pleated nightgown and spat out her tongue with lingering thoughts: "Remember to drink some tiger bone wine."
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"I don't need it."
Yan Qi waved her hands with disdain and ran to chat with An Sihai.
An Qing barely held up her limp body, absentmindedly cooking, her mind filled with the charming thoughts of grinding a gun.
…
While waiting for Yan Qi to come out
, An Sihai had drank every drop of the tiger bone wine.
Yan Qi secretly screamed.
Tonight, the old man is going to go crazy, and the third aunt will have to be tortured to death.
An Sihai drank the tiger bone wine, his complexion was rosy, he was in high spirits, and he kept saying "good".
Yan Qidao: "Tiger bone wine is a specialty of Goryeo. In the past, it was very expensive in the capital. A bottle could be sold for one thousand taels of silver. But now I have incorporated Goryeo. Originally, one thousand taels of tiger bone wine was shipped to the capital. It only costs one hundred taels. Yushi An, you are lucky."
"Haha, great, great."
An Sihai still had more to say, and sighed repeatedly: "My dear son-in-law, you took the greatest credit for the victory over Goryeo. I am not as good as you, far inferior to you. Your achievements are as much as those of Cao Rui and Cao Chunqiu back then."
When Cao Chunqiu was mentioned, Yan Qi thought of the painting that Cao Chunqiu mailed to Xia Ming before his death.
The explanation of "the peach and plum are silent, and the trick is their own fault" is really unsatisfactory and far from the original intention.
He asked An Sihai: "Where is the painting that Cao Chunqiu gave to Xia Ming hidden?"
An Sihai said: "In the clan's mansion."
Yan Qidao: "Can Yushi An get it?"
An Sihai asked: "What's the use of it?"
Yan Qi chuckled: "Just for fun, let's appreciate Cao Chunqiu's writing."
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An Sihai curled his lips: "You have always scorned playing with pen and ink, but you still want to appreciate Cao Chunqiu's pen and ink. Who believes it?"
Yan Qi laughed.
An Sihai knew that there must be a mystery behind Yan Qi's request for this painting.
My good son-in-law wants this painting, so he must get it.
An Sihai planned carefully: "Don't worry, dear son-in-law, I'm currently busy with the prince's grand memorial ceremony. Once this is done, I will definitely get Cao Chunqiu's painting for you."
Yan Qi heard about the prince's grand sacrifice and became suspicious: "Why does the Eight Wise Kings insist on holding the prince's grand sacrifice?"
An Sihai said: "Isn't this to commemorate the prince? The emperor's longing for the prince is beyond imagination."
Yan Qidao: "Why didn't we hold a grand ceremony for the crown prince in previous years, but we have to do it this year? Moreover, the battle is so huge."
An Sihai said: "Because this year is the tenth anniversary of the death of the prince. The emperor's longing for the prince has merged into a sea, and the ministers' longing for the prince has become deeper and deeper with each passing day. Especially the eight virtuous kings, whose longing for the prince can be called... insomnia."
"So, with all kinds of thoughts gathered together, the Eight Wise Kings strongly recommended that the Prince's Festival be held, and the Emperor also happily agreed."
Yan Qi squinted his eyes: "The Eight Wise Kings are really kind to the prince."
